There are so many spaces to get lost in. I often get lost in them.

The Future Is Freddy Krueger

It is not sadness
But more a wrong word
In a wrong situation
Inappropriate behavior
An ‘okay’
Instead of an ‘I agree’
Give me a reason
And I’ll give some mismatched mittens
Because it makes that much sense
To feel this damn bad
Jesus Christ I feel like a kid again
Unsure
Unaware
Trembling and terrified
But the future
Is my Freddy Krueger
And I can’t stop running